episode_0028
by fnovelpiaSister Yehwa went into the room she originally used.
I went to Sejong, but I left all my stuff behind, so it was ready to use right away.
Cleaning was also done every day.
So that you can come and rest comfortably at any time.
“It’s clean. It feels like it’s no different than before my sister left.”
My older sister is looking at the room and expressing her feelings as if lost in memories.
However, there was something a little bit like retouching memories in that impression.
“….No. As far as I remember, I messed around and left because the KTX was late.”
“Uh huh. If my sister says so, then so be it.”
“Do you know how hard it was for me to clean my sister’s room?”
“Uh huh. To my sister who is like the sky.”
Then he gave me a chop and started stroking my head.
If it had been Minji, she would have already been half dead, but she seems to be gentle because she is a man.
Still, I felt like I was going to die, so I tapped her to let her go.
I don’t know where he hit me, but he immediately released me and patted my cheek.
Full seats.
Still, Yehwa blushed as if she was embarrassed and jumped into bed.
Then, he lay down on his back and stretched out in the cool air.
Well… nothing has changed while I haven’t seen my sister.
Strangely, the people around me seem to be stuck in the past.
Of course, including me.
I am one of those people who has been locked in a room for two years and cannot be seen to have changed.
“Siwoo. Were you very disappointed?”
“Huh?”
“I left you two alone and went up to Sejong… Even though it was just work, you were very disappointed, right?”
at all…
Feeling sorry for my older sister who took care of us while working after our parents passed away is the same as saying that we have failed as human beings.
Rather, I was so thankful that he texted me every time asking me if I had eaten or told me to call him if I ran out of money.
After Minji got on track and started making good money, my worries eased a little.
Still, he worried a lot about us and felt sorry.
I have never felt anything like that.
“I’m sad. You were very busy.”
Was it just busy?
I had no choice because I suddenly had to leave because of work.
No matter how younger they are, they are already older adults.
It makes no sense for adults to not be able to go from Busan to Sejong City because they are worried about their younger siblings.
“Still. Even though she was the eldest daughter, I couldn’t take care of her.”
“There is no one in this world who cares about younger siblings like you do, so stop. Otherwise, I get really angry.”
“Sorry…”
“Uh huh. My younger siblings weren’t good enough to get an apology from the eldest daughter, so don’t do it.”
“Okay… I won’t do it.”
Only then did Yehwa smile bitterly.
He walked closer and patted her head, then slowly came down and stroked her cheek.
“That’s right. Siwoo, you…”
“Huh?”
“I heard from Minji… that you write a web novel?”
It’s finally here.
He said he was very surprised when he found out that I was writing a novel about the story of women and men.
“Uh…how did it happen?”
“They say it’s a reversal between women and men… Is it true?”
Because the genre is Yeo-nam Eki-jeon and the name also includes Yeo-nam Eki-jeon, fans call my work Yeo-nam Eki-jeon.
When abbreviating it, it is common to make it by taking the previous letters, but in my case, the genre/tag is too much.
“Uh…huh…did you see your sister too?”
Of course you know because you saw it.
Yehwa, who sincerely answers my stupid questions.
“Of course I saw it… Among people who read web novels these days, who doesn’t read it…”
Until just now, the look in his eyes was as if he was looking at his younger brother, but his eyes suddenly changed to look like he was looking at a celebrity.
It seems like it’s shining brightly.
The web novel I enjoyed reading was written by my younger brother…
It must be both amazing and a strange feeling.
“Siwoo. Could you please authenticate me just once?”
“This…certification? How?”
“You can log in to the site and show it.”
“Now…wait a minute…”
I guess this is a natural reaction.
It’s not that I don’t believe it, but I really want to check it out.
I don’t know if other people would know this, but I can do as much as I want for my family.
I took my phone out of my pocket, accessed the website, and held it out to show it.
“It’s true…”
“Right?”
A work being serialized under a pen name.
And my sister is amazed while looking at things like sales graphs.
After giving my phone back to me, he took out his phone and showed me a list of purchases.
Although there were other novels here and there, there was a record of purchasing both the novels I had written and new works.
“Hehe. Are you going to sign it later?”
“Of course you should do it. But what do I do with my brother’s autograph?”
“You want to brag about it?”
It’s all good, but I wish they wouldn’t say that my younger brother is the writer.
In the first place, web novel writers never reveal their faces.
“Siwoo, I have a question…”
“If it happens in the future, please don’t tell me.”
Of course, even if it’s my sister, I can’t tell her that.
If the author spoils something that hasn’t been serialized yet, it’s the same as posting it directly to an illegal site.
However, my sister quickly waved her hand and told me not to misunderstand, saying it wasn’t like that.
“No, that’s not true, can writers view their work for free?”
“It varies from site to site…”
“I see~”
“What is it? Is that what you were curious about?”
“Yes.”
As expected, my sister is naive.
It seems he was really curious about that because his eyes were so bright.
This varies from site to site, depending on the uploading source.
You can view it when uploading using a management account or your own account, but you cannot view it directly when uploading from the platform side.
There’s no real reason to watch it in the first place, so it doesn’t mean much.
And in most cases, if payment is made through the writer’s account, it is not included in the number of views.
It seems that there is a surprisingly large amount of abuse.
“Do you have any other questions?”
“Hmm… Then is there something like an open chat where writers can communicate with each other?”
“Isn’t it possible? I don’t like that kind of thing, though.”
“Then…uh…what else was I going to ask…”
I guess I can’t remember.
Did you always think Yehwa was this cute?
It was a bit similar to the feeling of discomfort I felt when Minji treated me kindly as my common sense changed.
***
It is said that he will go to work in Busan only in a week.
So until then, you are just like unemployed.
So, even though I am unemployed, he is at home with me even on weekdays.
Of course, writing in my room is no different from usual.
The part I am writing now is a scene where the female protagonist and the male protagonist coincidentally meet in a park.
This is a scene where the female protagonist is walking with her friends, and the male protagonist is waiting for a friend to go to the PC room with him.
Maybe you’ll be a bit more of a speaker in this part too, right?
A man is waiting outside to go to a PC room with his friend.
It would be quite strange to see men who enjoy playing games relatively less than women going to PC rooms.
Unless it’s something like assignments or homework, PC rooms feel like the exclusive domain of women.
I think this is a good direction.
Moreover, the male lead recognizes the female lead as she passes by and starts talking to her.
But why?
If they were friends from the same department, they would chat and laugh with each other, but the friends the female protagonist was meeting were not friends from the department, but high school classmates.
When the female protagonist and male protagonist finished greeting each other and the distance between them grew a bit, the friends next to them started making a fuss among themselves, asking who the man was.
It’s a really stereotypical flag… but it’s still fun.
However, it feels a bit childish, like something out of a Japanese drama.
“Hmm… What should I do to become less childish and more fun…”
Should we make the male protagonist show a lot of interest?
He didn’t just say hello, he spoke to me as if he was very happy to see me.
It feels like a green light is slowly turning on.
Mmmmm…not bad.
Clap, clap, clap.
As I was typing on the white keyboard at a speed of up to 600 strokes, I heard the door squeak open.
I wanted to look back, but I didn’t stop because I felt like writing would suddenly become difficult if the current writing flow was interrupted.
“Siwoo~ What do you want for lunch?”
“…….”
“Siwoo? Are you busy working?”
“…….”
I didn’t answer and just nodded moderately.
I packed my lunch earlier and set it up so I can eat it just by going to the kitchen, so it should be okay.
“Then I’ll eat it first, sister.”
Yehwa said one last word to work hard and went out, closing the door.
I refocused and continued typing.
*
“Phew… I’m satisfied with this.”
The relationship between the front and back is clear… but the content is not developed in a forced way.
There are still more than 240 days left to serialize, so I will check again later and correct if anything is strange.
I think my mind has become clearer since I reduced it from 5 sessions a day to 3 sessions.
I now have time to rest.
“Then, let’s have lunch.”
The time is still 13:30.
It was lunch time until 14:00, so it wasn’t late.
I opened the door, came out, and moved to the kitchen.
As expected, Yehwa’s sister finished eating and washing the dishes cleanly.
And on the table was a plate filled with egg rolls and fried chicken.
With a small note.
“I’ll go to Daiso for a while. After you finish eating, just dip the bowl…”
That’s strange…
I feel like I’m full even though I haven’t eaten.
Is it because I feel reassured because I have my eldest daughter?
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